BECAUSE in a day of my days to come There waiteth a grief to be, Shall my heart grow faint, and my lips be dumb, In this day that is bright for me? Because of a subtle sense of pain, Like a pulse-beat, threaded through The bliss of my thought, shall I dare refrain From delight in the pure and true? In the harvest-field shall I cease to glean, Since the bloom of the Spring has fled? Shall I veil mine eyes to the noonday sheen, Since the dew of the morn hath sped? Nay, phantom ill with the warning hand, Nay, ghosts of the weary past,— Serene, as in armor of faith, I stand; Ye may not hold me fast. Your shadows across my sun may fall, But as bright the sun shall shine; For I walk in a light ye cannot pall, The light of the King divine. And whatever He sends from day to day, I am sure that His name is Love; And He never will let me lose my way To my rest in His home above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 13 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW ALEXANDER VI DINES WITH THE CARDINAL OF CAPUA by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |